"Pharaohs", by Tears for Fears.
Where better to start than the High Eighties? Soft-focus drum machine,
extremely elegant piano, tasteful (naturally!) synth washes, and some very
David Sylvian-esque electric guitar shadings, bound together by what sounds like
(update: is!) the BBC Shipping Forecast. As The Go-Betweens almost sang but didn't quite,
tasteful's not a bad word.
"Coup", by 23 Skidoo. If you
thought you had heard this song before, even though you don't know 23 Skidoo
from Adam, it may be that you are a fan of The Chemical Brothers.
"Every Morning", by J Mascis. So this
is what a Dinosaur Jr song would sound like if you scraped away all of the
sludge. You'll believe a man can fly. (I have no idea where that came
from.) (Consumer advisory: you can listen to the song below, or you can go here to watch a fine video of the song,
starring the one and only Fred Armisen.)
"Here Comes That Sound Again", by Love De-Luxe. Alan Hawkshaw was one of the leading lights of the British
"library" music scene, making speculative film and television themes
for anyone who might want one. Hence, particularly if you are British, you
almost certainly have heard his work, even though you probably don't know it.
What I didn't know until now was that he stuck his finger in the disco pie at
the end of the seventies and pulled out this remarkable plum: seventeen
minutes of spot-on disco propulsion. It starts big, goes HUGE in the chorus,
drops back for, what, ten minutes?, and, just when your energy starts to flag and your eyes start to wander out the window, here comes that chorus again. BOOM.
(Bonus: album cover of the month oh yeah.)
"Rain Code (Fennesz Remix)", by
Jensen Sportag. Apologies to the original artist, but for me this is all about
the remixer. Fennesz here is playing with our emotions (and with electricity)
in a similar manner to last year's stunning "Becs" album.
"James Brown", by Nancy Dupree. A
school teacher and a bunch of enthusiastic kids tell the story of James Brown –
in the style of James Brown! Complete with "Good God!"s.) You need to hear this.
"Mighty Cloud of Joy", by Mighty
Clouds of Joy. We like a big, thumpin'
soul tune around here, oh yes we do. Here's one right now. Carl's verdict:
that's a great voice.
"Play
That Funky Music", by Dan Boadi and the African Internationals. Yes, I
know you really want to tack the words "white boy" onto the end of
the song title, but don't. Just don't. This track is from 1977. It runs along a
parallel path to disco, but you can't really call it disco, it's just classic
African grooves, really. (From Ghana, I
believe, but details are scarce.) The Hammond solo is something we can all
appreciate. The recorder solo? Not so much, maybe.
"What Happened Before They Took The
People Away?", by Top Drawer. Is this Southern boogie? Is Kentucky even in the
South? Hey, I'm not a geography nerd. As music transitioned from psychedelic
pop music circa 1967 in the direction of the hard rock sounds of the early
seventies, there was no shortage of bands helping that transition along. Top Drawer was one
such band, and one of many such bands largely lost to history until the crate
diggers of Century 21 noticed some loose threads and pulled on them to see what
would unravel. (Blessed be the crate diggers.) Songs like this are too good to be forever ignored, is what I'm
saying.
"Il N’y A Rien Au Monde Que Je Ne
Ferais Pas Pour Cette Fille", by Les Sultans. Speaking of psychedelic pop
music circa 1967, here we have some psychedelic pop music circa 1966. The
French have a reputation for not always "getting" popular music, but
between cavern dwellers like this and those ye-ye girls, I think we can say that
the mid-sixties were not like that. It's a wonder Wes Anderson hasn't used this
song in a movie. Yet. (Literal translation? "There is nothing in the world
at what I do wouldst not for this girl." Adrienne, this song is for you.)
"One Way Track", by Bernhoft. If
I said this sounded like Renee Geyer singing "Love Will Keep Us
Together" as re-rendered by Pharrell Williams, would you hold it against
me? Listen to it once or twice, you might hate it. Listen to it a third time,
and you will be irretrievably hooked. It's not too late to turn back.